In the quiet of the night, shadows creep,
Whispering tales of dreams lost in the deep.
A fleeting escape, a moment’s flight,
Yet chains of illusion bind so tight.

From vibrant colors to a muted hue,
The world once vivid, now askew.
Promises of peace, of fleeting grace,
Leave only echoes in their place.

Yearning hearts seek solace in the haze,
But find only echoes in the maze.
Choices made in moments of despair,
Leave scars that linger in the air.

Through the darkness, a light must break,
A call to heal, to rise, to wake.
For within the heart, strength lies,
To break the chains and touch the skies.